when the past gets undone

How I don’t know, but a magical moment arrived

Like an eraser to wipe out years from my life

Cobwebs disappeared, the tangles got solved

Things got unlearned, as my past got undone

Now I look into the mirror

And see a baby full of wonders

Free of responsibilities and worries

Surrounded in warmth, completely assured

To me, things happen on their own

My job is to play around… and have fun

I don’t care what people call me

They’ve to respect my rules, to be with me

Innocent inexperienced happy child

Unexposed to harsh realities of adult life

Immersed constantly in love and joy

I don’t know how hatred feels like

I’ve enthusiasm, the will to find out

And the freedom to quit the game, when I get bored

No ambitions, no big dreams

I play to enjoy just this moment of my life

Mirror says then, “wait a minute dear,

Your image doesn’t fit into expected baby’s picture.”

I answer, “that’s the point my friend,

From all expected norms, I’ve got divorced.”

“But usually babies don’t look like this.”

It continues to complain…

“Maybe usually they don’t,” I say…

 “but they do at this moment.”